THE OCEAN SEVEN SERIES
1. HERE COMES THE RAIN AGAIN
"Here comes the rain again. Falling on my head like a memory. Falling on my head like a new emotion,” in her best sultry Annie Lennox voice, Olivia sang.
Alex sighed loudly.
Ignoring the passive protest, the brunette continued, “I want to walk in the open wind. I want to talk like lovers do. I want to dive into your ocean. Is it raining with you?”
“Liv, please don’t.”
"Don’t what?" Olivia asked.
“Sing any more,” the blonde said. "You should just quit while you're ahead."
"Why? You don't like my Annie Lennox impersonation?"
Emphatically, Alex stated, "As a matter of fact, no."
"But you liked Cass's rendition!"
"Cass was good.” The blonde explained brutally. “You, on the other hand, suck."
"That makes absolutely no sense!" Olivia argued.
"Like I said, you should quit while you're ahead."
Crossing her arms over her chest, and turning her back to her wife, the brunette sulked. "Fine. See if I ever sing for you again."
“Are you trying to fake me out?” Alex grinned, and poked her head around to meet her partner’s eyes. "Oh my God, you're jealous of Cass. Now, that, makes absolutely no sense."
“Humph.” Olivia replied, sulking some more.
"Oh, come on. Don’t be goofy."
“Humph.”
"Come here, goofy person." Alex tapped her partner on the shoulder. "Do you still want to go diving?"
Whirling around, the brunette pushed her wife onto the couch. "Let's go!"
2. GOT JUICE?
Olivia looked up from the vee of Alex's legs and smiled. "You still with me?"
"Oh, yeah." Alex said softly, then squinted. “What's that on your upper lip?"
The brunette touched her lip with her tongue and grinned. "Juice."
Dropping back onto the pillows, covering her eyes with her arms, Alex groaned loudly.
"Hey, maybe I could make one of those commercials." Olivia wondered out loud. “What do you think?”
Peering out from her cover, Alex asked, knowing full well she shouldn’t have, "What commercials?"
“You know, like they do for milk, except I'd hold up a picture of you.” The brunette grinned smugly. "Got Juice?"
3. SWEET DREAMS
“Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?”
Staring up at the ceiling, Alex sighed. “You’re doing it again.”
Olivia raised up on her elbows, and asked, “What?”
“Singing,” the blonde replied, and moved away, out of her partner’s reach.
“Why? Am I off key?” The brunette licked her lips and grinned. “Or am I mumbling too much?”
“Shut up.”
“I travel the world, and the seven seas…” Olivia continued.
“Seas?!”
She shrugged, and defended herself. “I can’t help it, those are the lyrics.”
“I’m not the seven seas,” Alex countered.
“Neither are you the Mojave desert.”
“Keep that up, Olivia, and your sex life will be like the Sahara Desert.”
No nickname, that’s not good. The warning bells in the brunette’s head rang. She ignored them. “You’d cut your nose off to spite your face?”
The blonde crossed her arms and warned, “You want to try me?”
“All right, Lake Superior?” Not getting any positive response from her wife, the brunette tried again, “Bath tub, how’s that?
“Basin.
“Oliver’s water bowl?
“Cappuccino mug?
“Tea cup, nice small delicate English teacup.
“Fine.” Olivia relented. “Shot glass. That’s totally realistic.”
Alex raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, that’s right, we live a fairy tale life. A thimble. Tom Thumb’s thimble.”
With a growl, Alex knocked her partner over with a pillow.
4. THE RAIN MAKER
“Burt Lancaster and Katherine Hepburn should be ashamed,” Alex complained and pressed the eject button on the DVD player.
“Why? It’s a classic.” Olivia argued.
“A rainmaker.” The blonde slammed the video container shut in protest. “It could never happen in real life.”
“Oh, no?” Olivia smirked. “I always saw myself in the Burt Lancaster role."
“Excuse me?”
“I did end your dry spell and brought lots of moisture to your life.”
Alex picked up a couch pillow and hit her partner, accenting each word with a strike, “I am not a dried up old spinster."
"Dry? You? Never!” Olivia exclaimed, then covered her head and assumed the position.
5. RULE BRITANNIA
“What are you humming this time?” Alex rolled her eyes and asked, knowing she would regret it.
“Rule Britannia.” Olivia replied with an innocent smile. “Still more majestic shalt thou come. More forceful from each frantic stroke.”
Shaking her head, the blonde covered her ears. “I’m not listening.”
“Rule Olivia. She’ll make you come in waves. Hail Alexandra, my favorite sex slave.”
Blue eyes narrowed, shooting blue fire. “Favorite?”
Eeep. The brunette suddenly found herself in a really, really deep hole. “Wonderful? Enchanting? Talented? Devoted? Merciful?”
“Who’s the sex slave?”
Olivia crouched down before her wife and batted her lashes. “Me?”
“Good girl.”
6. RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD
Stretching her well-used muscles, Olivia began whistling.
Lazing in the afterglow, Alex blinked open an eye, “What are you doing?”
“Whistling.”
“Why?” As soon as the question left her mouth, Alex wondered, And why do I keep doing this to myself?
The brunette answered sincerely, “It keeps my lips limber.”
“Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head?”
“It seemed appropriate, considering.” Olivia replied with a teasing smile.
Alex sat up and crossed her arms around her knees. “Considering what?”
“Uhhmmm… uhmm… uhm…”
“Yeah, let’s see how you get out of this one.”
Putting on a cheesy smile, the brunette tried, “Thank you?”
“What do you mean, ‘thank you’?” The blonde demanded.
“I don’t know, it worked on the commercials.”
“This isn’t a commercial.”
Olivia picked up a pillow, and handed it to her wife. “Here.” Then covered her head with her hands, and surrendered.
7. ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT
Row, row, row your boat… Olivia hummed wordlessly as she licked up the inside of Alex’s leg.
“Don’t go there!” The blonde warned.
“Gently up the stream…” She kept singing, disregarding the first warning.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, she returned to humming.
“Liv…” Alex threatened in between gasps and whimpers and moans.
“I’ll make your life a dream,” the brunette finished her song, and dived into her ocean.
Alex could only groan.